Leave while you can,
When the fields flaunt the numbing silence,
Run when you can,
Before time release the raging insurgence.
Hide where you can,
Away from the intense recurrence,
Fight if you can,
Knowing resentment is worthy of riddance.
Hope that you can,
Throw away the trace of reluctance,
Love because you can,
Feed the heart of a partial resistance.
poem & image by mervyn
